I have so much stuff to do.
I have closets and dressers that need thinning (stoopid jeans not fitting) carpets to clean (stoopid litter box shunning cat), a yard to clean (stoopid crapping dog), garden boxes to prep (stoopid weeds and mole cricket grubs), windows to wash (stoopid moss-generating weather), tons of just junk to put away (stoopid hoarding menfolk) and dusting to do (stoopid hairy pets).
If I was in any way Frankenstein-esque I could go all DNA science with the dog and cat hair my pets shed and create a monstrous pack of mutant fur babies. I have to change the lint bag in my vacuum every time I clean the floors, which typically is every other day.
My to-do list wouldn’t be so bad if I were a more efficient housekeeper and did a few chores each day. Not leaving all these onerous tasks undone, procrastinating until I flirt with a visit from the health department (that’s hyperbole people, it’s really not that bad).
Having a neat and tidy house is nice when I actually make the effort, but day-um if it’s not back to its normal clutter in a nanosecond. It’s exhausting just thinking about it.
The weather is getting nicer, warmer, less rainy. That’s an added distraction.
It’s time to just dive in and get everything done.
Yeah, like that’s really gonna happen.